When I was young as you, sir! and not so smart, perhaps, Once, when I had a fever-I won't forget it soon I was hot as a basted turkey and crazy as a loon- And if ever a house was tidy, and ever a kitchen clean, I'll go. And one thing put in the paper, that first to me didn't occur; That when I am dead at last she will bring me back to her, And when she dies, I wish that she would be laid by me; HOW BETSY AND I MADE UP. GIVE us your hand, Mr. Lawyer! how do you do to-day? Thinkin' of all my troubles, and what I was goin' to do; And if my hosses hadn't been the steadiest team alive, They'd 've tipp'd me over, certain, for I couldn't see where to drive. No-for I was labourin' under a heavy load; No-for I was travelin' an entirely different road; And many a corner we'd turn'd that just to a quarrel led, When I ought to 've held my temper, and driven straight ahead; And the more I thought it over the more these memories came, And the more I struck the opinion that I was the most to blame. And things I had long forgotten kept risin' in my mind, Cf little matters betwixt us, where Betsy was good and kind; And these things they flash'd all through me, as you know things sometimes will, When a feller's alone in the darkness, and every thing is still. 66 But " track, says "we're too far along to take another And when I put my hand to the plow I do not oft turn back; And 'tain't an uncommon thing now for couples to smash And so I set my teeth together, and vow'd I'd see it through. When I came in sight o' the house 'twas some'at in the night, And just as I turn'd a hill-top I see the kitchen light; Which often a han'some pictur' to a hungry person makes, But it don't interest a feller much that's goin' to pull up stakes. And when I went in the house the table was set for meAs good a supper 's I ever saw, or ever want to see ; And I cramm'd the agreement down in my pocket as well as I could, And fell to eatin' my victuals, which somehow didn't taste good. And Betsy she pretended to look about the house, But she watch'd my side coat-pocket like a cat would watch a mouse; And then she went to foolin' a little with her cup, up. wrong side And when I'd done my supper I draw'd the agreement out, An' give it to her without a word, for she know'd what 'twas about, And then I humm'd a little tune, but now and then a note Was bu'sted by some animal that hopp'd up in my throat. Then Betsy she got her specks from off the mantel-shelf, And after she'd read a little she give my arm a touch, And kiss'd me for the first time in over twenty years. I don't know what you'll think, Sir!—I didn't come to inquire But I pick'd up that agreement and stuff'd it in the fire ; And I told her we'd bury the hatchet alongside of the cow; And we struck an agreement never to have another row. And I told her in the future I wouldn't speak cross or rash If half the crockery in the house was broken all to smash; And she said in regard to heaven, we'd try and learn its worth By startin' a branch establishment and runnin' it here on earth. And so we sat a-talkin' three-quarters of the night; And open'd our hearts to each other until they both grew light; And the days when I was winnin' her away from so many men Was nothin' to that evenin' I courted her over again. Next mornin' an ancient virgin took pains to call on us, Since then I don't deny but there's been a word or two; do; When one speaks cross the other just meets it with a langh, And the first one's ready to give up considerable more than half. Maybe you'll think me soft, Sir! a-talking in this style, But somehow it does me lots of good to tell it once in a while; And I do it for a compliment-'tis so that you can see That that there written agreement of yours was just the makin' of me. So make out your bill, Mr. Lawyer! don't stop short of an X; Make it more if you want to, for I have got the checks; I'm richer than a National Bank, with all its treasures told, For I've got a wife at home now that's worth her weight in gold. F. F. VICTOR. NEVADA. SPHINX! down whose rugged face Of age or sorrow, Faint hints of yesterdays with no to-morrow,- If Theban mystery, With head of woman, soaring bird-like wings, And men invented For it an origin which represented Their issue being this This most chimerical and wondrous thing From whose dumb mouth not even the gods could wring Truth, nor antithesis,— Then, what I think is, This creature—being chief among men's sphinxes— Beside thy silence hoary! Nevada desert, waste, Still being deluded ever by our choosing,- |